Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.